Moby Dick Shadowbox :: Suzette Korduner
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
sheepfilms
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
cherry valley forever

@theartofmadeline
Fai_Ryy
Show & Tell
almost home
ojovivo
YOU ARE THE REASON
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Mike Driver
todays bird

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi
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@fluffyrules
Moby Dick Shadowbox :: Suzette Korduner
keeping up with the news during vacation.
Shiki no Uta (Song of Four Seasons) — Minmi and Nujabes — Samurai Champloo Ending
everyone go home! this is the best ending :/
macrolit:
Selections from Byron, Lord Byron
this looks like something out of a horror movie like imagine that thing tunring around and having a people face and walking on two feet
If you are in Tumblr, and don’t live in Mexico, I need you to reblog this until it gets to many countries. The government of my country is taking people away. They are suffering of torture. Physical and psychological. They are spreading terror. Tonight, the 8th of november,...
In the US, the police kills one student and Tumblr explodes with rage
In Mexico, they kill 43 and no one cares
Shakespeare
Shakespeare goes up to the counter and orders a large cappucino with cinnamon. “Sir, we don’t have larges here. We have ventis,” says the barista. Shakespeare stares at him. “What’s in a name?” he asks.
Keats
Keats goes up to the counter and orders a venti iced Caramel Frappucino. He sits down at a table by himself, sighs dramatically, and doesn’t drink it.
Melville
Melville goes up to the counter and orders a trenta white chocolate mocha. Instead of waiting at the counter, he sits down at a table. The barista brings it over. “Don’t you want to drink this, sir?” she asks. “I would prefer not to,” says Melville, and leaves.
Fitzgerald
Fitzgerald goes up to the counter and orders a grande coffee black. He adds cream and sugar, but when he drinks it, it tastes more bitter than he expected. He drinks it all anyway.
Pynchon
Thomas Pynchon goes up to the counter and orders a short dark roast. They call his name, and he flees the scene.
Twain
Mark Twain goes up to the counter and orders the quintessential American coffee, but under a fake name. He leaves it there. No one is allowed to drink it for 100 years after he leaves.
Hemingway
Hemingway goes up to the counter and orders one espresso. It’s hot. He drinks it in silence. It makes him remember his father’s cabin. He thinks about the woman he loved once. He does not smile. The coffee reminds him of war - short but painful, swallowed down quickly. One could order worse drinks. He leaves Starbucks and walks out into the rain.
Whitman
Whitman goes up to the counter and orders a green tea. He stares meaningfully at the male barista, climbs up the fire escape to the roof, and sounds his barbaric yawp.
Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau goes up to the counter and begins describing the perfect cup of coffee that everyone in modern civilization should enjoy. He finds himself unable to pay and storms out angrily. Five minutes later his aunt comes in and pays for it.